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Army Dock (Bangcock in July) (Free Curse) by Rug (Other) by <{Baba^Yaga}>
I can still feel queer in Lake Michigan's soft and stoid, ball breaker pubs, "it's" broken wind by the queerly garden pureed so well with your smilfy cackle. And it blew your new expensive plugs gainst my cheeks, like baby carrots as I drank the rest of your warm piss I stared at the stain of your bedrugged evacuation, almost concerned that spunk and shit could make such splendor in your asswagon's blender. (What does this have to do with the Army and Asians!!! Absolutely fucking nothing!!! Yay, lets get OBESE!)

Up the ladder: Backwards baby blend
Down the ladder: To a Comet Passing

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Arithmetic Mean: 4.571429
Weighted score: 4.6866894
Overall Rank: 12072
Posted: June 19, 2004 5:00 PM PDT; Last modified: June 19, 2004 5:00 PM PDT
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[8] Dan garcia-Black @ 66.159.217.18 | 19-Jun-04/7:51 PM | Reply
Did you mean "odd" instead of "queer"in the first line?
Are the piss and shit references about the Asian SARS epidemic?
I think the Bangcock in the title is self explanitory. Am I right?
"Asswagon's blender," Daiquiris?
Help! I'm trying to understand the "walk on the wild side."

Lot's of strong images -8-
[n/a] <{Baba^Yaga}> @ 24.130.62.63 > Dan garcia-Black | 19-Jun-04/9:03 PM | Reply
It's a parody of Doug's Navy Pier.
[n/a] DR Limerick @ 62.31.23.40 > <{Baba^Yaga}> | 20-Jun-04/12:24 AM | Reply
As a Dr i do not recomend dis lifestile.
Come and see me Later?
[n/a] zodiac @ 65.161.41.48 > <{Baba^Yaga}> | 20-Jun-04/12:37 AM | Reply
Navel Beer (Pee spurts) by Mug

Once I spilled beer in Ann (or Nancy) Wilson's
Stupendous belly-fat. Man, I could hear the ocean
In that filthy crease, and I beg your pardon,
But it caused me immediately to become fully hardened
(At the Olive Garden.)

So she blew my gusset under the non-smoking table
(As I imagined she was Mammy and I was Clark Gable,)
Thinking later there'd be rimming and some reckless felching,
Half aghast that schlitz and cellulite could cause such squelching.
[8] SupremeDreamer @ 204.31.165.61 > zodiac | 20-Jun-04/12:40 AM | Reply
Er.. sir, I feel you could be much more grotesque, odd yet ludicrous, even a bit more senseless than this.

But I'm a shithead, a jester, a man with an ill-famed reputation. Perhaps I talk so much... do too many drugs, in over abundance and reckless abandon... finding comfort in my absent minded way of living..

Never-the-less, I still say:

Mother fucker, you can do better, you fucking limp-dick over-educated bastage from the deepest dankest pit OF HELL!?!#

Have a nice day.
[0] klosterfobik @ 172.163.82.168 | 15-Sep-04/11:48 PM | Reply
Moron!!!!
[0] deleted user @ 172.163.82.168 | 15-Sep-04/11:59 PM | Reply
Find a different hobby.
[0] deleted user @ 172.145.75.64 | 17-Sep-04/7:32 PM | Reply
You're a sheer and complete asshole.
[7] Edna Sweetlove @ 85.210.206.129 | 29-Aug-06/7:41 AM | Reply
Had youn thought of drying out? 7/10 for freakery.
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